Cry - Mandy Moore

Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur..

You know how as soon as you hear a song from the past, you reminisce on exactly how you felt at that moment - this song would always remind me of my time at Taylors College last year.
Where has the time gone?

Not to get all emotional and perceptive on you, but growing up is such a weird feeling. Watching your friends you grew up with GROW up on their own somewhere else is even weirder.

The older we get, the more responsibilities, the more experiences. Things feel new, old things get old, and then we stop and listen to that song that we once all sang along to together - time stops and you can't help but sit back and remember.

I sound like a grandma; speaking of, last night I was out and by the time we got back (1 am - which is not even late) I was tired, my back hurt, and I was grumpy and bored.

It was Melanie's 20th. Good night, pictures will be up on Facebook eventually.

However, funny story, this group of American students were standing (more like pushing and shoving) in the line up to Platinum Night Club next to Jash & I, while one of them whips out her camera and snapped shots.

Yes, I remember this happening - but never did I think I would ever see those pictures. Never.

She came up to me last night and introduced herself as the "girl we took pictures with on Thursday". We became Facebook Buddies and she tagged me in the picture!

Evidently, the only picture I have from that night.

Also, something else followed me home last night..





I now have the most blocked nose - I reckon if I pull some Johnny Bravo lines I'd be able to pick me up some hot babes. In the dark. Or if they were blind, of course.